Joined: 9 Jun 2008
How is it even possible for my worst story that I have ever written is one that I
actually have ideas on? -_- It pisses me off. But I guess I can handle it. I am trying to
make this story as realistic as possible, and trying to make it funny and original. If you
don't agree with something please tell me.
This is rated PG-13. Some parts are rated PG and maybe even G, but hey most of it is going
to be PG-13. Which includes cursing, fighting scene (I love using their words somethings
XD), and some other stuff. XD
Comment and enjoy!
That was another thing about my parents. They didn’t really like me. My sister was
older than me by about two and a half years and some odd number of days. But she was the
golden child. She has the perfect grades, always listened to my parents, never got in
trouble, and she got into one of the best colleges. My parents said they didn’t care
about grades at all. They said as long I was going to school and learning something it was
completely fine. I usually got C’s, and for once I wanted my parents to yell at me about
it. To even ground. But they didn’t. They just said good job you passed the class!
When they saw my sister’s report card, everything would change. My dad was so proud of
her and everything. Ever since that one study came out, my parents blamed it on my sleep
about my lacking grades. I was always a night owl kind of person. I would stay up until
the sun was rising, but I wouldn’t wake up until noon or even past noon. I tried to
explain to them that I had a sleeping disorder. They didn’t believe me.
I was actually very surprised though that my dad didn’t ground me. Every little thing I
did from listen to my music too loud to changing the channel on the TV when my dad was
clearly sleeping they would ground me. One time before my dog was put down I couldn’t
have ice cream until I walked her. I didn’t want to walk her without my sister. It was
just something we always did, together. I put up a fight. They never did this to me
before. My dad and I came to an agreement though, if I was the dishes than I can have ice
cream. I said okay and besides I was just going to throw them into the dishwasher. My dad
said that there weren’t enough dishes. So I washed everything by hand. I filled up the
damn dishwasher too. I was righteously pissed off, and he left me five tins to wash even
though I know for a fact we only used one that night.
I turned my phone on silent, knowing that either Victoria would call me back or text me
back, but I didn’t want to talk to her. I wanted to get my sleep, but even I knew that
was impossible for me. Once I fell asleep I couldn’t fall back asleep until an hour
later. I laid on my bed and closed my eyes. I tossed and turned for the whole night,
thinking how much I am going to kill Victoria on the bus ride to school tomorrow.
I walked to the bus stop alone. My neighborhood was so missed up. There are two bus stops
and they are apart by three blocks, and they don’t even go on the same bus. It used to
be on the same bus, but then it got too crowed, so now its separate buses. I go on the bus
that is silently farther from me, because Victoria goes on that bus. Besides I used to get
a ride to the bus, and even after that I used to walk with my one friend, Lindy, to the
bus stop after that. Besides I like the bus driver that I have. He never once complained
about us, even since we are really loud on the bus sometimes.
When I reached my bus stop Victoria comes out of her dad’s car. She gets a ride to the
bus stop, since her dad goes that direction for work, but he doesn’t have enough time to
drop her off at school. She quickly walks over to me, and she’s trying to hide her
smile. Victoria is wearing a really cute outfit today too. She’s wearing skinning jeans
with a blue shirt with riffles. Victoria is really skinny with black hair and really dark
eyes. She is Puerto Rican, and she always argues with me that her hair isn’t black.
“Why the hell did you hang up on me women?” asked Victoria. She always calls me
women. The first day I met her, back in fifth grade, she used that word a lot. I thought
it was so funny, so it stuck with me. I always call her girl, but saying it differently.
My friends get pissed at me when I say it, but whatever they can go suck it.
“My dad caught me on the phone,” I said, and then I shrugged. “I didn’t get in
trouble, surprisingly, but he did seem disappointed in me.”
“And they wouldn’t let you take a phone call that will change your life forever?”
asked Victoria. I sighed. She was always this dramatic about everything. I live life like
whatever, but when something pisses me off I can be a little dramatic.
“Everything I do changes my life,” I said, which is true. Everything I do changes my
life. I exactly don’t believe in fate, but I believe whatever happens, happens for some
“Well, whatever,” said Victoria and I know she feels defeated. Victoria is a very
good liar, but she can never lie to me. I can read her like an open book, and Victoria
hates it with a passion. She also hates that I judge people before I actually know them,
but then she says that I am usually right about whatever I said about that person. I blame
it on me being a Pisces.
“So, you never really did answer my question last night,” I said. She blinks, trying
to remember where we left off with our conversation. Right then the bus comes and we get
on the bus. We sit at our usually seat, ever since freshman year. We never sat in the
front and never in the back. Okay, four seats away from the back. But it our seat and
everyone knew it. Victoria got the window seat like usual.
“Oh, right,” said Victoria, remembering where we left off. “Ever since Justin
Bieber’s new CD and him breaking up with Selena Gomez, even though they are supposedly
back together again, I have been obsessed with him again.” This happened often. Victoria
would say she was over some singer or band, but then a few months later she is obsessed
with them again. I knew that Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber broke up, but I never knew
they got together again.
“Okay, so what does this have to do with the concert,” I started, but then I wanted
to smack myself. “Oh my god. You did not win back stage passes for his concert.” Truth
be told I didn’t even though that he was going on tour, but whatever. Victoria nodded
very fast with a huge smile on her face.
“So Justin Bieber tweeted, about this one radio station giving them away, but it was
supposed to be really late at night. I noticed it, so I stayed up half the night,” said
Victoria while smiling brightly at me.
“Remind me to kill you,” I said. Victoria sighed and tasked at me. She knew that was
“I need to pretend that I am staying at your house for the night, so we can go to the
concert. You can drive and I will pay for gas,” said Victoria. I sighed. Just recently
her parents let her sleep over at my house. They liked me and they actually trusted me
with Victoria. If only they knew some of the things we did. The one reason I didn’t
drive to school was because I didn’t want to pay two hundred dollars to park my car in
the school parking lot. Also, I didn’t have a job, so I only got gas money when my
friends wanted to go somewhere.
“Victoria, I don’t think this is such a good idea,” I said. I looked at the window
and realized that we were only at the third bus stop. We weren’t even half way there.
“Come on you can meet JB, and I can meet him,” she said. “You know he is my future
husband.” I sighed. A lot of girls have said this before and where as that gotten them?
Free tickets and then crying themselves to sleep every night, because Justin Bieber turned
“I don’t like Justin Bieber, so no,” I said. Victoria sighed again. I knew she
still had a pretty good amount of time to try to convince me. Eventually she probably
would. It meant the world to me to keep my friends happy, but I wasn’t going to take the
risk of Victoria being grounded for life or me even.
“Fine, Dana, but I know you will go,” said Victoria. She even knew which scared me.
For the rest of the bus ride we talked about random stuff. I looked at Victoria and
realized that she never went to a concert before. She didn’t deserve this lacking